"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
in a post. I want to be remembered
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
currently
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
no longer writing in the third person
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
it is hopeful
its performative
you cannot feed someone truth
no i haven't really read anything
magnetises a pin
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
isaac
magnetisation/form
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books